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It was long past midnight when Jean was startled into wakefulness. Kobuk was barking with the queer, short woofs of the huskie, and outside the tent Ellen's voice fraught with fear and anxiety, was calling:
"Shane! O, Shane! Wake up! Quick!"
There was a stealthy sound as of lapping water close at hand; then
Boreland's shout:
"For God's